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Stupid boys who will never text you
back
The cute ones you met on the
dancefloor
Who hold onto your hips as you
sway
And turn you around for a deep long
kiss
Who nip at your neck and squeeze at your
breasts
And tell you little white lies like "you're
beautiful"
In hopes that you'll lead them out to your
car
To let them reach under your
clothes
In hopes that you'll reach under
theirs
Because that's just who we are:
The whisperer
The listener
The enticer
The follower
The pleader
The relenter
You
Me
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